Turning Pages

It’s not the worst of crimes

But I stole you off the shelf;

Read you, kept you for myself.

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At least a thousand times

I’ve read you from the start to finish

Yet no amount of turning pages

Will your mystery diminish.

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And every time I read, it just amazes

Me how little you I know.

And with each nightly read upon my bed

My questions, fascinations grow.

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I’ve read a thousand times, I said;

Did I lose something in translation?

Misread your candid rhymes?

The nebulous dedication?

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I said I’ve read a thousand times;

I’ll read another thousand times,

Forwards, backwards explore:

And still want more.

–August 9, 2009